(Kris Kristofferson - Fred Foster)      Busted flat in Baton Rouge headin' for the trains   Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans   Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained   It took us all the way to New Orleans.      I pulled my ol' har'poon out of my dirty red bandana   I blowed it low while Bobby sang the blues   With them windshield wipers slappin' time   Bobby clappin' hands we finally sang up ever song that driver knew.      Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose   And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free   Yeah, feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues   And buddy that was good enough for me.   It was good enough for me and Bobby McGee.      From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun   Bobby shared the secrets of my soul   Standin' right beside me Lord through everything I done   And every night she kept me from the cold.      Then somewhere near Salinas Lord I let her slip away   Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find   I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday   Holding her good body close to mine.      Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose   And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free   Yeah, feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues   And buddy that was good enough for me.   It was good enough for me and Bobby McGee.      Mhm, mhm, mhm, me and Bobby McGee.   Mhm, mhm, mhm, me and Bobby McGee.   Mhm, mhm, mhm, me and Bobby McGee.   Mhm, mhm, mhm, me and Bobby McGee...